My Husband's Adventures: Confessions from the Wife of a Cuckold Bull, by Alex Hathaway

my-husbands-adventuresMy Husband’s Adventures: Confessions from the Wife of a Cuckold Bull (ISBN: 978-1-60381-601-4, $13.95, 192 pages) is the third work of cuckold erotica by Alex Hathaway. A wife used to being queen bee must come to terms with her husband’s refusal to ignore the other women clamoring for his sexual talents.

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“[My Husband’s Adventures] is remarkably well paced and has a strong sense of beats and timing, yet it also has a strong sense of patience when it sets up the next forbidden thrill. Great heat must be built to, and this book does a wonderful job setting up multiple partners with each encounter wonderfully different and delicious all the same….This is a book which is going to stay in my mind for a while, seeding the fantasies within. Highly recommended for cuckold fans and those who like a little mystery and danger to wife sharing and cuckolding.”  Read more….

—Sylvia Storm for e-Read Erotica Reviews

“Jackson has always boasted that he was ‘brought on this earth to make women feel amazing.’ The hot wives he services are grateful – as are their cuckold husbands. But where does that leave Jackson’s own wife? What do you do if you’re married to the most rampant bull in town? Corrie must decide if she wants to keep Jackson to herself or share him with her girlfriends. Alex Hathaway combines highly-charged erotic writing with a keen understanding of psychology to create that rarest of beasts—a genuinely original cuckold novel.” —Rob Matthews, author, Come Home With Us and I Can Do It Better

“Let me just put this out there right now: This book is scorching hot! If you are into cuckold/hotwife erotica this is a definite spank bank book. It also delves into the cuckqueen side of things which added another layer of steaming hotness. There is also a good deal of erotic humiliation in the stories, which while not for everyone, I thought was very well done …. The character development in this book is outstanding for an erotic piece. I felt like I came to know the characters very quickly and more than just knowing, I cared about them. The author shows the reader the scenes in a way that allows you to see it without being overdone.”  Read more….

—Putaine Musings

Corrie is strong, beautiful, and confident, but eight years into her marriage, she discovers she is the odd woman out in a fetish she’s never heard of. There is the cuckold, the bull, and the hot wife. Where does that leave Corrie, the bull’s wife? In a world where most men don’t measure up, Jackson is in constant demand. Other than his extracurricular activities, he is a kind husband and loving father to their daughter. He loves Corrie, and he can still blow her mind in the sack. However, sex is what Jackson does best, and he feels a responsibility to share his gift with the wives and girlfriends of the less fortunate, the poorly endowed cuckolds who like to watch.

Can Corrie adjust to the new normal? Her husband’s role offers plenty of adventures for her as well. And Corrie is no pushover. Gradually she learns what she must do to fit in to this equation. All it takes is an open mind and a little creativity.

Alex Hathaway, also the author of From Housewife to Cuckoldress: How I Took Sexual Control of a Marriage in Crisis and Education of a Cuckold, is fascinated by the erotic power of sexual taboos and the adventures that can be had by exploring them. An author whose relationships have evolved from vanilla to anything but, Alex has a particular interest in writing about cuckolding and the unconventional sexual fulfillment it can provide.

Keep reading for an excerpt:

From September to December alone, I made Jackson flush hand-scrawled numbers of five women down the toilet. I made him save the numbers in his wallet until I flushed them down, so there would be no secrets between us.

Unlike most promiscuous (heterosexual) men, it was all about repeat customers with Jackson. It never failed. I’d leave him alone at a bar while talking with some friends. I’d cast a glance to check on him and he’d be oozing confidence, like a cobra relaxing in the sun. The women would glom onto him like honeybees. Ugh!

Yes, on some level it turned me on to know I had what they wanted. As Courtney Love once sang, “I want to be the girl with the most cake.” But I can’t emphasize enough what a trust issue this was between us.

About nine months into the monogamous phase of our relationship, the issue faded. Surprising even myself, I found I was less interested in what Jackson was texting. Not that I wasn’t possessive—I was the one to press him on our engagement. When he’d get back from a day of landscaping, I’d joke, “Where’s my ring?” As if he’d had time to go ring shopping with his overalls on.

One day, he did show up with a ring, and yeah, in his overalls without a shirt. Before Jackson proposed, we had a surprising conversation. He told me that while he loved me as much as he’d ever loved anyone, he’d always had trouble staying faithful.

The conversation bothered me. It resembled the typical male bullshit you can see on Jerry Springer Monday through Friday: he couldn’t always resist the advances, and in his past relationships, his girlfriends didn’t understand his needs. They didn’t get that his feelings for them were unwavering, even when he crossed a sexual line with someone else. Jackson told me he would try, but he couldn’t make any promises.

He wasn’t putting that ring on my finger until I was okay with that. The way he said it was so firm, so decisive. It really shocked me that he could put it out there with so much indifference. As if he could accept me walking out on him over this. For a day, I was really pissed. And he didn’t get any sex from me for a weekend, either.

But somehow, the storm passed. I would have dumped any other guy over that. But with Jackson, I really don’t know. Maybe I was too in love to care. Maybe I thought I could change him, or that if I took care of his needs well enough, he wouldn’t stray. I just knew I wasn’t giving him up. And Jackson … he was one patient son of a bitch, as if he knew he would eventually wear me down. God, that made me crazy!

 

 

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